Dad said Grandma’s house was “rustic.” I think he meant “rusty.” I wanted to visit with Fat White Dog because she’s my favorite. I asked Grandma why she couldn’t put the other… Continue reading
The prompt words this week are “Spring” and “cold” Cats questioning fate — Cold and snow? Spring and insects? — seek another choice.
#writephoto Click on the link to find out how to participate. Rock away the years …Rocking horse to rock’n’roll… creak your rocking chair. Slowly growing toward death, children learn our fear of life.
Peacefully he sleeps cuddle soft cuteness — as he guards half a rabbit. We tear apart our nature expecting divinity.
Contemplating prey: Behold the eye awaiting human distraction.
I mean…really…what can I say to make this funnier? Go ahead…give it a whirl.